So I did the only thing I knew to do. I changed my underwear. I hoped that maybe the bleeding was temporary and it would go away if I just stopped thinking about it. I went about my day like normal. I ate some lunch, read some books, watched some tv.
Every time I went to the bathroom I changed my underwear. The bleeding wasn't stopping and I was worried that there might be something horribly wrong with me. If I'm losing all this blood, could I die? I wondered.
I hid the underwear in the bottom of the laundry bag. I didn't want my mom finding the underwear and know that I was dying. She would be worried. I must have changed my underwear at least 7 times that day.
So I did the only thing I knew to do. I changed my underwear. I hoped that maybe the bleeding was temporary and it would go away if I just stopped thinking about it. I went about my day like normal. I ate some lunch, read some books, watched some tv.
